2/10/06 PEEING AT NIGHT
At midnight I take my dog out to pee The moon has gone and we see our breaths The smell of tomorrow’s snow hangs in the air Lights flicker on the far side of the lake Unexpectedly over the far hill we hear coyotes singing And we raise our cries in answer Edgar On Oct 4, 2008, at 6:34 AM, roloro1557 wrote:
reality comes in on little cat feet or bolts of lightning it plays across the strings of violins and drives to the bakery for a loaf of bread it trickles down faces in tears and lurks in the dirt on the rug it moves in the wagging tail of a dog or finds a voice in the song of a bird Margie (roloro1557)
